Sure miss those waffles So there's this place in Montreal that has the best fucking waffles in the world. I'm not telling you where it is. You know how it goes, tell someone and then suddenly everyone knows about it and swarms the place and next thing you know, the waffles aren't good anymore.

I haven't been to Montreal much since I got traded. When I think about that city, first thing I think of is the waffles. So of course I got some when we were in town for a game and they were still really fucking good.

And then we got clobbered 6-2. One more bad memory and one more reminder why I should stay away.

Things that are pissing me off right now 1. Losing2. Idiots who don't know how to drive in the rain3. Joelle being weird4. Losing5. Some fucker knocking my bike over6. Losing7. Missing a call because I lost my phone in the couch on Christmas8. Returning a call and not getting through9. Losing10. Forgetting to lie about who I was returning a call to11. Losing

Some dick cut in front of me today while I was on my bike. I swear, some people just act like motorcyles are invisible. Couldn't really do anything except pass him and flip him off along the way. Fucker.

Yeah, and thanks Joe for getting Zoe all those Hello Kitty stickers. They've been showing up all over the house in weird places and on my helmet. So thanks.

What summer? Fuck, it's been a month since my last update? It's interesting how time flies when you're smashed for half of it. Fucking hotel kids. *grin*

I've been going to captain's practices with the guys who are back in town. It feels so great to be back on the ice I have to keep reminding myself not to overdo it, like I did last year when I fucked my shoulder up. I also have to keep reminding myself that not all the guys on the team are going to think it makes perfect sense to go get some beers at 11 AM. Well, except for Alyn and Wayne.

I'm also hoping a certain Swede can make it over here before training camp starts.

Back to Hell I guess it's not quite fair to call San Jose hell, although it's pretty fucking hot here. I'm back from Sweden. It would have been nice to bring a certain Swede back with me but I didn't quite know how to fit him in my luggage. *grin* It's starting to sink in that I can't wake up tomorrow and go "sightseeing" with Nik. I mean, I know good things have to come to an end, but that's not exactly helping me feel better right now.

Seems like everyone around here feels like shit. I'll fit right in. Guys, are we going drinking tonight or what?

not enough time ... Is Sweden in some kind of weird time distortion field or something? Because it seems like time passes really fucking fast here. Or maybe the distortion field is centered around Nik. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it. I can't believe I have to leave tomorrow. Looks like Owen could use a friend right now, though. Somebody who isn't a drunken, whoring hotel-dweller, that is.

No, not Ornskoldsvik, Ornskoldsvik! I'm here in the city whose name I can't pronounce, according to Nik. I think I just need a few more days to master the pronunciation. By the time I get it right, it'll be time to go home.

So I've been doing a lot of sightseeing. Beautiful scenery. *grin*

Joe and Sammy are around, too, and not in Norway as they thought they'd be. I wonder if two Canadians and a Russian have any chance against a big Swedish monster.

Hello Sweden Tomorrow I'm leaving for Sweden to see Nik. Oh fuck, I just realized that Markus and Peter are there too. No, I don't mean I just realized that they're there, I realized the significance of the three of them being there at once.

Big. Swedish. Monster.

Maybe I should just stay in the oven, I mean, San Jose. Nope, can't stay away from Nik. See you soon. *grin*

Fuck, it's hot It's really fucking hot. Really fucking hot. I would really like to go out and do something, but I'm not sure if I could survive 5 minutes outside without melting.

Owen is back, which is awesome, because there's only so much watching drunk rookies hitting on underage girls that you can take, without having someone else to laugh at them with you. Unfortunately, half of them have left.

Somebody's getting old And for once it isn't me. Happy birthday, Nik. I love you, and I wish I could be there with you. You've probably got some kind of party planned with Markus and Peter, don't you? I'm not sure if I want to witness that or not. I'm afraid of the combined Swedish monster.

I left a message for you on your voice mail. If I sound out of tune, I'm blaming it on the reception.

I got a present for you, but I'm hanging on to it for now. If things work out the way I want them to, I'm going to be giving it to you in person next month. Fuck, I really miss you.